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letra de the kill room - razor (usa)

[intro]
bang on my chest if you think i’m perfect. go ahead, bang on it!
beautiful! what a nickel
it’s empty, the tinsman forgot to give me a heart
the ritual is intoxicating
this is what the k!ll room should look like. inside of a big plastic bag

[verse 1: tha roka]
everyday i’m turning live people to corpses
serving multiple stab wounds, the evil courses
through my veins, mesmerized by the stains
’cause all i see is red when i want to see your brains
you’re afraid this razor blade relieves the pain
to die by my hands is an honor to obtain
smile for the camera, plastic on the walls
l!cking off the blade like a lion l!cks his claws
gnaw into your face rip, off your lower jaw
the fear in your eyes what i love most of all
your soul will be mine, saw in your spine
the terror needs a heart and yours will be fine
my heaven’s a tomb, now welcome to my graces
collect they hearts, taking pictures of they faces
taking your love, aroused by your silence
welcome to my k!ll room, welcome to my violence
[chorus: tha roka]
as i slam a victim down hard on the table (table)
you are looking at the highly unstable (yes)
paint the walls with your guts and blood
’cause the k!ll room’s open, won’t you step on up? (come on)
slam a victim down hard on the table (yeah)
you are looking at the highly unstable (yeah)
paint the walls with your guts and blood
’cause the k!ll room’s open, razor cut you up

[verse 2: sin rip]
silence isn’t necessary and now they’re f-ckin’ ready
dark room with sharp tools, f-ck a cemetery
legendary in the neck of my woods
for taking these motherf-cking corpses and chop ’em like wood
but be afraid, they were chosen all out of rage
the last b-tches found choked out and beaten and thrown in a cage
you’re a slave to the evil and your pleas aren’t finna be (b-tch)
b-tch called me the devil so i set your boyfriend in flames
and cocaine always ease my pain
i take another hit so i can pick at your brain
your veins are calling me like a thirsty vampire
and i lookin’ for the right b-tch to bite (right)
you want a funeral service with a coffin (a coffin)
i’ma tell you right now you ain’t getting it (nope)
you’re the special one, you’re the butchered one
welcome to my k!ll room, welcome to my violence b-tch
[chorus: tha roka]
slam a victim down hard on the table (table)
you are looking at the highly unstable (yes)
paint the walls with your guts and blood
’cause the k!ll room’s open, won’t you step on up? (come on)
slam a victim down hard on the table (yeah)
you are looking at the highly unstable (yeah)
paint the walls with your guts and blood
’cause the k!ll room’s open, razor cut you up

[interlude: dexter morgan (michael hall)]
-crying-
soon, you’ll be packed into a few neatly wrapped hefties…

[chorus: tha roka]
slam a victim down hard on the table (table)
you are looking at the highly unstable (yes)
paint the walls with your guts and blood
’cause the k!ll room’s open, won’t you step on up? (come on)
slam a victim down hard on the table (yeah)
you are looking at the highly unstable (yeah)
paint the walls with your guts and blood
’cause the k!ll room’s open, razor cut you up

- razor usa

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